Scribbles in the Sand

Posts Tagged ‘cat’

We have had our new kitten for 6 weeks now. He’s a long pale ginger gentleman with marmalaide eyes. He must have some orieintal breed in his genes – he has a Siamese cry. When we found him at the RSPCA, he was long and small. Slightly frail looking. He has since doubled his weight and his feet are still big – which means he has a lot more to grow.

Oh, but he is cute and smartand stable and gentle and loving. And fun. Our bomb-proof kitten. Except for motor cycles and helicoptors.

Max the long-suffering labbie dog is the same colour, maybe a tad blonder. And I saw a very sweet little boy in the mall – exactly same colouring! Wow! I could have a matched set of cute ginger darlings! But I don’t think his Mum would let me take him home. Sigh.

It has been uncomfortably hot here in Canberra or over the last week – hovering just below 40 Centigrade (that’s 104 Fahrenheit) most days. Way too hot to do much of anything.

My house doesn’t have air conditioning. I’ve been trying to be ecologically responsible, but it’s tempting – damned the expense.

We keep exceeding record highs for temperature over recent years – once in 100 year highs they call it, but I don’t think that the future is gonna get any better. And I fear Australian bush fires are gonna be hotter and more common. Right now, one is burning to the soth at Batemans Bay and another is burning at Pambula.

In the afternoons the heat comes in from the west and robs me of energy. Can’t think much then. My enthusiasms seems to be related to temperature. But hot stuff really isn’t turning me on right now.

I’ve been hiding out in the shopping mall where the air conditioning is delicious.

A friend of mine also has an odd cat. This one seems to have gone back to its second kittenhood. She’s gone senile. She chases herself around the house, which looks particularly funny because she is almost perfectly round. This is a cat that likes her food.

Now, a cat’s whiskers are supposed to be the widest part of her body, so that she can feel the edges of tunnels and doesn’t get stuck in tight places.

But it looks like this spherical cat’s whiskers have grown overtime to keep pace with her girth. They have grown so long that the poor thing doesn’t know what to do with them. So she bites them and pulls them out . One side of her face is now is bald and it’s just as well that she doesn’t go climbing down drains anymore, because she’d get stuck just like a fat football.